I was crushed beneath a rock the other day,
Trying to find the meaning of a leaf.
Holes in the trees:
Where have the squirrels gone?
Broken promises, too many to count.
Where’s the superglue?
When the leaves begin to fall,
And hope begins to fade,
What is the solution?
Thin lines criss-crossing,
Networks of questions,
But I want answers.
Why create more mystery?
Paint flakes off a confused wall,
A moisture-deprived knight 
Dying a slow death.
A whole list of “but’s”
I could make, the paper
Dropping to the cold, hard, floor.
Unforgiving.
Would you be so kind as to speak the truth?
The world is not a simple place.